03-23-2016, 11:53 PM
The Adren snaps at Rafael, and Avery briefly turns her head to her tribesmate, catching his eye. Not with a subtle cough or with a deep inhale; just some small measure of change in her bearing that draws his attention to her. It is a small, singular version of something she does, sometimes, when she does not feel the need for a word but does need eyes on her. In this case it is specific to her pack. Some shift, just then, that calmly pulls their awareness back to her.
She looks at him, and her gaze is one of silence and caution. Maybe he heeds it. Maybe he ignores it. But it is a command, and she does give it, albeit silently.
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Her own attention returns to Blind Eye as the older Philodox goes on. Avery inclines her head in a small bow, more for the sake of propriety than for the blind wolf's benefit. "Thank you, -rhya," she says, and moves to turn. "We will begin now." She steps back closer to her pack once more, to go pick up their Loaner Theurge and begin their work.
She looks at him, and her gaze is one of silence and caution. Maybe he heeds it. Maybe he ignores it. But it is a command, and she does give it, albeit silently.
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Her own attention returns to Blind Eye as the older Philodox goes on. Avery inclines her head in a small bow, more for the sake of propriety than for the blind wolf's benefit. "Thank you, -rhya," she says, and moves to turn. "We will begin now." She steps back closer to her pack once more, to go pick up their Loaner Theurge and begin their work.
my whole life is thunder.